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In ice of rainThe rain, the cold rain came down in sheets of blackAs I stand under my hole filled umbrella, 'Why did I bring this?'I ask. I look across the street and see a family, being happy.Oblivious to the dark misery that is out hereI walk down the long winding road, then the wind comes and hits.It hits hard that I fall, fall down, down, down in to the blackness under my feet.I lay there in the cold water as more comes down.My mind is black; it is swirled with misery and death.I'm not strong enough to get up.Is this the end?As I lay there, the darkness starts to consume me.What did I think my end would be?Of course to be lost in the darkness, I AM a black angel.I soon lose felling in my body,As time goes by my vision starts to fad.There will be no light to save me this timeNo one will help meI lay there as cars start to rush by meOne stop I can see my self in the reflection of the paintIt's terrible, my once bright hair dark and bleakMy face is pale and dirty my eyes are tur